Students left their birthday cake preparations and jumped up on couches. "The cakes, the cakes!" screamed one, fearful of their safety in the face of a riled ravenous rodent. The squirrel, dashing frantically about the room. After the momentary panic, calm and reason gradually returned.

Windows open, but the screen won't come out. Despair. Frustration. Perseverence. Success! The window open and clear, a cool breeze wafts through the room. The squirrel cowers on a chair.

Time passes. The squirrel wanders, finds the open window. It's a long way down. Hesitation. Bravado. Banzai Squirrel! The small mammal splays its legs out, soaring through the air. One, two, three, four meters out! One, two, three, four meters down! A frenetic imprint left in the snow, flying squirrel returns to its everyday life. Students flow back into the lounge.